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Love Is In The Air

Tess Renaud

He makes my heart pound

I thought I was lost but now I'm found

His eyes are as brown as the dirt

He likes it when I wear a skirt

When the phone rings

I jump and I sing

We are in love

Like two little doves

His hair is so soft it makes me want to puke

All over his best friend Luke

His smile lights up my day

I want to carve it into clay

I wish I could be with him every night

We would play and fly my kite

I will love him until the day I die

It makes me want to cry

Tess Renaud has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Tess's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Tess's latest works:

Love Is In The Air

Submitted Feb 23rd 2010, 11:30